I took a walk today down by the canal, in sunshine along the rails
I tight-roped the tracks and timed the ties to step along the day.
I took a walk today, by my magnificent river, up and down the city hills,
I reason an excuse for rolling fields, for locusts, cattle, sycamores and parks.
I took a walk today to open up my spirit, to give me time.
Time to fly, time to recognize my ignorance,
Time to open myself up to all my possibilities,
Time to stop thinking of them and every detail in between.
I love where I am because it is where I am.
I love to watch, to look, to have this Earth around me.
I love to walk in sunshine, rain, fog and storm.
I love to be with those I love.
I love to challenge myself.
I love to be happy when I'm finished even though I fail.
I went for a walk today and the sun shone down, the Earth shone up and
I shone in between, all one.
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Saturday, September 16, 2017
From Art We Cannot Wander
From art we cannot wander.
Away from art we cannot dwell.
I dance, I draw, I write,
I carve, I sculpt, I knit, I sew --
all in wonders' spell.
I share, I hide, I put myself asunder,
For though there is no art without me,
nor no art without us all.
We are art. We create the wonder
each within our narrow selves.
But with our selves together
the infinite is spoken, drawn, and shared as art, as experience,
as elusive, loving, mysterious
as amongst ourselves.
I dance, I draw, I write,
I carve, I sculpt, I knit, I sew --
all in wonders' spell.
I share, I hide, I put myself asunder,
For though there is no art without me,
nor no art without us all.
We are art. We create the wonder
each within our narrow selves.
But with our selves together
the infinite is spoken, drawn, and shared as art, as experience,
as elusive, loving, mysterious
as amongst ourselves.
Vane Lashua, 2017
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